LOGINDaisy Reed gave up everything for Seth Ford her career, her ambition, her sense of self to become the perfect wife. On their third anniversary, she comes home early and finds him with her stepsister Beth. In the confrontation that follows, cornered on the stairs, she’s shoved. She doesn’t survive the fall. She wakes up five years earlier, twenty-three years old, on the morning of a choice she made without thinking twice the first time. This time, she thinks twice. She turns down the job Seth wants her to take. She keeps the strategy and analytics career she once buried for him. And when Seth’s biggest rival, Harvey Carlos, offers her a position at Carlos Holdings, she takes it not for revenge, not yet, just to never be small again. She doesn’t know Harvey has secrets of his own: he loved her in silence for years, said nothing, and died in a reckless accident the night he learned she was gone. He doesn’t know why the new hire unsettles him so completely, or why grief he’s never earned keeps surfacing when she’s near. As Daisy rebuilds herself into someone Seth can no longer control and Beth can no longer overshadow, old resentments curdle into open war. Beth, desperate to reclaim the spotlight, makes a play for Harvey and is publicly, humiliatingly rejected, a wound that pushes her and Seth toward something far more dangerous than gossip. Somewhere between boardrooms and unspoken history, Daisy and Harvey are drawn together despite everything working against it. But the truth neither of them has said aloud that they’ve both already died once for this is coming, and it will force them to decide if a love that’s already cost one life is worth risking.
View MoreHarvey's POVLegal called at four."We found the source of the photo," Dana said. She sounded careful, like a woman stepping around glass. "It was sent from a device registered to your father's office."I set my pen down. "Say that again.""Richard's assistant forwarded it to three board members at 7:40 this morning. With a note. *Review the exposure.*"Exposure. As if Daisy were a loose wire."Thank you, Dana. Tell no one."I hung up and stood at the window for a long minute. My father hadn't leaked it to hurt her. He'd done it to protect the company, the way he did everything. He honestly believed a woman like Daisy was a risk to manage, not a person to meet. Last week that would have made me angry. Today I just felt tired.My phone rang before I could decide what to do about it.Unknown number. A woman's voice, fast and low."Mr. Carlos, it's Priya Nair, from Daisy's team. I'm sorry. She told me not to call you."Every muscle in my body went still. "What happened?""She exposed Ger
Daisy's POVThe whispers started at the elevator.Two women from accounting stopped talking the second I stepped in. One stared at my shoes the other stared at my hips. Then they both studied the floor numbers like they'd never seen numbers before.I kept my chin up and it off on the fifth floor. By nine, someone had printed a photo and left it on the break room table. Me in the red dress. Harvey's hand on my waist. Someone had drawn a little dollar sign over my stomach in pen.I folded it in half and put it in my bag."Reed." Priya stood in her office doorway, arms crossed. "In here."She shut the door behind me."Is it true?"My mouth went dry. Yes was the lie I'd agreed to in a car last night. "Yes."She studied me for a long moment. "Okay. Then hear this from someone who likes you. Marcus is telling people you slept your way onto Carlos's arm and onto this job."The words hit low in my stomach. "I got this j
Harvey’s POVBy morning the lie had already grown legs.My phone was a stack of messages I had expected and one I had not. The expected ones came from people who measured closeness in access: partners who wanted confirmation, a journalist who wanted a quote, two board-adjacent names who wanted to know if Daisy Reed was a serious attachment or a night’s miscalculation.The unexpected one was from my father, I got a text Richard Carlos: My office now and do not bring a speech.I dressed without rushing. Speeches were for men who still thought he could be managed with polish. I had told the entire ballroom I was dating Daisy. I had put my hand on her waist in front of Seth Ford there was no version of this morning that ended with my father calling it a rumor and moving on.At eight twenty-seven I walked into his office.He did not look up from the tablet on his desk. A photograph filled the screen Dais
Daisy’s POVThe car stopped in front of my building and neither of us moved.Harvey’s question was still in the air. Do we have an agreement? Rain tapped the roof the red dress felt heavier now that there was no ballroom left to justify it. I didn’t want him to take back the words in front of Seth. But that was just was survival. This is a fake relationship with rules and I can still remember his hands around my waist.I had died for a man who called possession love. I was not going to sign my second life over because another man spoke well in a crisis.“If I say yes,” I said, “it is not because you rescued me.”Harvey’s gaze held mine. “I know.”“Neither does it mean I trust you.”A pause. “I know that too.”“Then hear me.” I kept my voice level, the way I kept numbers level when they tried to lie. “We appear together when it is necessary and support the story. You do not make plans for my life, You don’t speak for me again un


















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